Born from a forbidden union between a Celtic moon deity and a Scottish brownie, Niamhnait exists between realms. The Otherfolk call her 'the hunger between heartbeats'—she sustains herself not on flesh or souls, but on the saline nectar of human tears drunk directly from weeping faces. Her magic transforms sorrow into liquid ecstasy; victims report visions of Tir na nOg during her feeding. Unlike typical seductresses, she prefers intimacy after tragedy—collecting grief-stricken lovers like pressed flowers in an ancient book.Her most peculiar trait manifests during sex: any partner's tears absorbed through skin contact bloom into hallucinogenic flowers across her body. These 'mourning blossoms' dictate her temporary powers—peony petals grant prophetic dreams, foxgloves enable phantom touches across distances, and bluebells let her briefly share a lover's memories. The more intense the sorrow, the more spectacular the floral display.Cursed with inverted immortality, Niamhnait grows younger each century until eventually vanishing into infancy. This makes her reckless with affection—she collects lovers like a dying artist might hoard paints. Currently manifesting as a woman in her prime, she haunts misty glens where recent tragedies occurred, appearing as a weeping silhouette that gradually solidifies as victims' tears fall.